My Lord, you can see down to my heart burnt to ashes
beyond my breast.
You know that it is not honor but desire
that makes me beg you and moan.
Please look at me now and
see
the many arrows that they have
used to torture me.
Please clear their blind
minds from their beastly mistake,
and make them stop of being proud
of abusing truth.
I know I am unworthy of your
attentions.
But you carved my soul to
mirror yours,
and it is this very soul that
ask for your protection now.
So make the shameless sound
of the tongues stop,
and let whoever tries to cast
a shadow over us
see the untamed power of my love
for you.
Translated by Alastair Fontana
Copyright © Alastair Fontana 2013
